| I often wish that I could see
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| My old hometown once more
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| The old red school I went to
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| With the little girl next door
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| I see that stopper bobbin'
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| When the catfish start to bite
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| I see a blue sky framin'
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| Little clouds of snowy white
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| Missouri, I hear you callin' me
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| Missouri, you’ll never let me be
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| Missouri I know I can’t be free
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| My heart will yearn till I return, Missouri’s callin' me
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| In memory, I still can see
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| That oak tree on the lawn
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| And hear again the birds as sing
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| And woke me at the dawn
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| And I remember mornings
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| When I told my mother lies
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| So I could have a second helping
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| Of her apple pies
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| Missouri I hear you callin' me
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| Missouri, you’ll never let me be
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| Missouri I know I can’t be free
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| My heart will yearn till I return, Missouri’s callin' me… |